“Fuck, babe, suck me.”
I raised my gaze to him, watching his reaction when I stuck out my tongue and lightly ran it over the purple, bulbous head, tasting the pre-cum gathering in the slit. The hand in my hair tensed. I ran my hand up and down several times before leaning forward and closing my mouth over him. The sound that escaped Rock was loud and throaty as I swallowed his cock as far as I could go. When I felt it at the back of my throat I swallowed, tearing another groan from him.
“Where the fuck did you learn that little trick?” he growled, pulling my head back so he could capture my gaze. There was no way I could answer, my mouth stuffed full as it was, and he knew it. I just smiled up at him, refusing to release my prize, swallowing again until, God, help me, it felt as if he was sliding down my throat. Rock’s eyes bulged with disbelief, his face flushed with deep color. His expression was raw with lust, and, I liked to think, pleasure.
“You’re killing me, babe.” I’d never heard his tone so hoarse before, almost weak.
I certainly hoped not. I curled my tongue around the underside of his cock and pressed his silky rod against the roof of my mouth. I transferred my hands to the twin sacs at the root of his cock, weighing and squeezing them lightly in my palms. That seemed to set Rock off, and he began to pull back before thrusting forward again. Once he set the pace I did my best to use my tongue to give him pleasure. I found out quick enough that he was very sensitive beneath the ring of rough skin encircling the head.
His speed grew, his grunts sounded throughout the room, the hand in my hair was brutal, but I didn’t care. I sucked his cock hard, ran my tongue up and down the ridges and veins that lined it, tongued his balls while my fingers found and discovered the patch of sensitive nerves between his testicles and anus. He roared when I pressed firmly there, and exploded in my mouth. I swallowed his load as fast as I could, but there was so much that after a while I felt it slip out the corners of my mouth and run down my chin.
“Take it all, baby,” he panted, thrusting deep.
His thighs were quivering as I continued to suck. Every little movement drew a grunt out of him, and still his cock was leaking into my mouth. His hand loosened in my hair, but he didn’t totally release me. His breath left him in harsh pants, and I glanced up to see his beautiful abs and pecs rising and falling as he fought to suck in air. When there was no more cum I cleaned his cock thoroughly before releasing him.
“You milked me dry,” he said, helping me to my feet. I was surprised when Rock drew me to him and kissed me. Why not? How many times had he kissed me after making me come with his mouth? And I’d enjoyed the taste of myself on his mouth.
“I was wondering what I was going to have for breakfast.”
He shook his head with humor gleaming in his eyes. “I’ll bring you breakfast any morning you want, babe.”
“Do you think it will always be this good between us, Rock?”
“Babe, we’re going to fight, make no mistake about that, and there will be times you’re going to hate my guts because of the things I have to do, but this,” he motioned back and forth between us, “is always going to be fucking good between us.”
He was talking about the sex. I smiled, silently agreeing with him. We’d never had a problem enjoying each other’s bodies, no matter how we felt. “Are you home for a fuck fest?” I teased.
“I wish.” He sighed heavily. “But I gotta get on the road. Have some shit to take care of, and then church at noon. Have a feeling I’ll be home late, so don’t wait up.”
“You could have done that by phone,” I pointed out.
His grin came slow, and it was packed with wickedness. “And miss getting my dick sucked by the most incredible mouth in town?”
What? “In town?” I pulled away and slapped him on the chest at his insult. “How about at least the state of Maine, you jerk!” Rock was laughing, and trying to ward off my angry slaps, which were really pretty pathetic against his rock-hard chest. No way was I hurting him.
“I’ll have to think about that,” he said, taking hold of my wrists and bringing me up his chest. “I might need another test drive.”
I dropped my jaw, eyes growing big at his comment, which only made his smile bigger. “Another test drive!” I screeched at him in mock anger, struggling to pull away from his firm hold. “Maybe I need to test drive someone different just to compare cock sizes and performance!”
“You do and I’ll spank your little bottom until you can’t sit down.”
He may have been smiling, but I knew that his threat was real. I stopped struggling, as the image of Rock putting me over his knee and beating my bottom flashed through my mind. There was something erotic about the thought of him slapping my cheeks and turning my flesh red with his hand print. Holding his gaze, a slow smile spread across my face. “Maybe I’d like a spanking. It sounds kinky.”
He raised a brow. “You want to do a little experimenting, baby?” I could only nod, watching the arousal darken his eyes. “If I had time I’d show you a thing or two right now, but fuck, I’ve got to get on the road.” He gave me a rough kiss and then nudged me away so he could tuck his cock back inside and straighten his pants. His eyes were smoldering when he looked back down at me. “Soon.”
I swallowed hard, hearing a promise in that one strongly uttered word. Excitement shot through my body, all the way to my soul.
I could hardly wait!
Chapter 27
Rock
It was the hardest thing I ever had to do, leaving Allie looking all soft and sexy and wearing nothing but my shirt. I’d stopped there to fuck her, I wanted to put a baby in her belly, wanted to see her body changing with my kid. But as soon as she’d dropped to her knees and wrapped her pretty lips around my dick, nothing else had been important. Fuck, my dick was still tingling from her unexpected blowjob.
I could always fill her pussy with cum later.
Sam needed siblings. I thought about our morning trips to school. The only thing I didn’t like about them was that I had to take the fucking truck instead of my bike, but it was a small price to pay to spend some time alone with him. He was a talkative little man, and most of the time I’d just sit there and listen to him with a grin on my face, wondering how I got to be so fucking lucky, that a man like me, a killer and an outlaw, deserved a good woman, a family. Yet it had happened, because there I was with the woman I wanted, and a kid.
Sam was full of questions, and most of the time when he got going he was animated and full of life. His intelligence made me proud as fuck. He was perceptive, too. He watched what was going on around him, and when the time was right, he struck like a sneaky, little snake.
“Are you and mom gonna get married?”
His questions had come out of the blue, just before I pulled up to his school that morning. He’d been deep into talking about his new friends, Johnny, Nolan, and Kit, and how they played together on the playground and ate lunch together. Kit had a pony that he got to ride every day. Nolan had a baby sister that annoyed the heck out of him, and Johnny lived with his grandparents for some reason that Sam didn’t know. As I listened to his ramblings about his friends, he’d changed the subject so fast that I’d had a hard time catching up.
His question had floored me. I hadn’t given much thought about marriage, hell, some of my brothers made their women old ladies and called it good. I was thinking about his question and how to answer it when I stopped the truck for him to get out. Sam was staring at me, and I had a feeling he’d sit there for as long as it took for me to respond. I was saved when one of his friends came running up to the truck and opened the door.
“Have a good day, buddy.”
“I will, dad!” And he was off and running, his question instantly forgotten.
Would I marry Allie? The question was would she marry me? It was too soon to even be thinking about something as permanent as marriage, even if I already knew that she was it for me. We were just getting used to each other again, and fuck, it w
as good. I got hard thinking about her tight little body, and how she demanded everything from me in bed, giving me everything in return.
Driving with a boner was uncomfortable, so I willed it down and concentrated on where I was going. Once I’d dropped Sam off I’d gone to the gun range. I didn’t check in often, Martin did a good job of running it and keeping things legal. He wasn’t a member of Phantom Riders, just one of the few civilians I was friends with, and I trusted him. He was a good old boy from Georgia who knew about guns. I dropped by once a week to see what was going on, order supplies, and take a glance at the books. We also sold and traded guns.
Right now we were in the process of adding more shooting stalls. We offered training one night a week and Simon, my instructor, had asked for running man targets. He said that most of the guys he trained were hunters and wanted to hone their skills for deer and moose on the move. I’d smirked at that request, because some of the guys he trained were prospects at the club, and I knew for a fact that they weren’t hunters.
I hadn’t been surprised to find that there were only three vehicles in the parking lot when I got there, and one of them was Martin’s. It was still early. The business was booming in the evenings and on the weekends.
As I’d expected, and one of the reasons I paid Martin so well, there wasn’t anything happening that he couldn’t handle. I’d emptied out the safe, deposited the money into the bank, and then headed back to the clubhouse.
It was going to be a long fucking day. Hawk had called for church at noon. Fuck, since the Blue Knights had come back onto the scene it seemed like we were having church every other day. The fuckers had caused more trouble, and I had a feeling that we were going to be causing them some very soon. The problem was finding out who they were. Fox had pulled up Dirk’s last known location, but when Big John and Clay had gone to check it out, all they’d found was an empty apartment.
I parked my bike out back and entered the clubhouse. Marnie was the first one I locked eyes on because she was at the bar. She looked away immediately. She knew she’d fucked up, and hadn’t even tried to deny that she’d been the one who set up my bed to look like someone had just fucked in it. I’d told her that one more incident like that, and she was out. That comment nearly floored her, because she’d been a club girl for ten years, as soon as she’d become legal.
“Give me a beer,” I said, stopping at the bar. Marnie wordlessly poured me a glass, which I promptly threw back and downed at least half of it.
“Anything else?” she asked quietly.
I ignored the hopeful yearning in her tone. I just shook my head, looking around the room.
“Hey, brother, come play a game of pool.”
My gaze went to Hammer, one of the club’s soldiers. It looked like he already had a game going with Money, who was practically a pro at pool. Some brothers complained they had a scheme going on, but I’d watched enough to know that Money was just that good. “Got church in a few minutes.” I threw back the rest of my beer. “Besides, I’m not eager to lose any money today.”
That got a laugh out of them. “What, our fearless VP admitting that something scares him?” He slapped Money on the back. “Never thought I’d see the day!”
I grinned good-naturedly. “Just be glad I’m in a good fucking mood, or I’d put you through the wall.” I looked back at Marnie. “A couple of beers to go.”
Once she handed them to me I left the room and walked down to the meeting room. Hawk was already sitting at his place, as I’d expected. He had a lot on his mind these days, and the room was always quiet unless we were in church. He glanced up from something he was reading when he heard me get closer. He closed what looked like the books with a heavy sigh and leaned back. I set a beer down in front of him.
“Thanks, brother. I was about to go out there and get one before church.” He gave me a grave look. “Depending on how tonight goes we might be going to Last Hope.”
I just looked at him, unable to reply because brothers began coming into the room and taking their seats. We had taken several trips to Last Hope throughout the year for fights run by Covacks. Hawk had retired from fighting shortly after marrying Audra, so right now Ned was our main man. It was easy money for the club if he won. Usually he did.
“I want to go over the plan for tonight. I want shit to go down hard, fast, and without complications. For some fucking reason Blue Knights has picked on us to make a name for themselves. Until now, all they’ve done is hit a club run once or twice, nothing major, then moved on. They’re making their presence known all over our fucking home. Last night crossed the line.”
“Sounds like it’s personal,” I said, thinking out loud.
“You thinking it’s Dirk’s old club?”
Hawk addressed Clay. “I don’t know, and I don’t fucking care. Dirk’s nowhere to be found, and who the fuck remembers the names of any of his brothers?”
“They were too clean-cut and pretty to take seriously,” Big John laughed gruffly. “And we were deep in shit with Covacks and his situation at the time.”
He wasn’t saying anything we didn’t already know. “What do we know about Blue Knights?” Painter asked.
“Not a whole fucking lot,” I grumbled. “They’re nomads, and they only wear their colors when they strike, which is gonna make them damned difficult to find.”
BK slammed his drink down onto the table. “Fucking cowards. What kind of serious MC does that kind of shit?”
“Maybe they’re smarter than we think.”
All eyes shifted to Fox. He shrugged. “Seems to me they want to do as much trouble as they can before anyone discovers who they are. What happened to our old ladies at Ruby’s . . .” He shrugged again. “Who knows? A threat was made, and Blue Knights name was mentioned but we got nothing else. We don’t know if the five at Ruby’s are part of the Blue Knights, or just fucking friends of theirs.”
“A fucker matching the description Allie gave of us of the guy at the club has been seen with his friends at The Tittie Kittie, Mooners, and Take it Off, all strip clubs owned by Covacks. People who work there said they were being nosey as fuck.”
“After information.”
Clay snorted at Ned’s comment. “Do ya think?” Snorts from other brothers filled the room. “Why do you think we passed that bogus information around about the run we’re taking to Last Hope?”
“Man, maybe you need to lay off the fucking fights for a while,” Painter suggested, looking directly at Ned.
Ned took offense to Painter’s remark. “What the fuck you implying, asshole?”
Painter shrugged. “Maybe you’ve taken too many hits in the head.”
“Give the brother a fucking break,” I barked out. “He’s beat to shit for the fall he took the other night.” No one could argue with the possibility that he’d taken one too many in the head. Personally, I thought Ned wasn’t paying attention half the time during church. I blamed his fucking woman for that. She was always riding his ass.
“Getting back to tonight--” Hawk brought everyone’s attention back to him. “That’s why we’re doing a mock run, only the merchandise will be us in the truck. Maybe we’ll get lucky and take them all out.”
“Just how far are we willing to go?” Big John questioned.
Shit, I already knew the answer to that. That’s what he’d meant about going to Last Hope. That was a fucking four-hour ride one way.
“As far as we fucking have to,” Hawk snarled. “We can expect them to hit at anytime.” He directed his next comment to Big John. “I want prospects on all the old ladies.”
His gaze swung to me. I wasn’t surprised. I knew what he was waiting for, and this was his way of forcing me to address the issue of making an announcement about Allie. I can’t say what I was waiting for, because I didn’t intend to give her up. Ever. My gaze moved around the room, meeting the eyes of each of my brothers. Their expressions revealed that they were waiting for a declaration, though most already expected what I was
about to announce. “I claim Allie as my old lady, brothers.” Shouts, laughs, and loud congratulations went around the room. I couldn’t keep the grin from my face. “Pass the info on to our soldiers and prospects,” I added when the ruckus had died down.
“Allie on board with this?” Hawk asked. I gave him a chin lift, and then he moved on. “Clay and Painter, I want you and three soldiers inside the truck. Ned and Jumper will be riding protection. Snake and Fox will stay here to run shit while we’re gone.”
“Only two of us riding protection?” Ned questioned with a frown.
“That’s all we usually use, brother,” I said before Hawk had the chance. “Anymore than that and Blue Knights might get suspicious and back the fuck off. You want to ride in the truck, brother? No one will blame you.”
“Don’t worry,” Hawk began. “We’ll have your backs. Rock, Big John, and I will be traveling further behind you in case of trouble. You won’t see us. We want to make sure there’s enough distance between us so it looks like it’s just you two. Everything goes like usual unless we’re hit. Don’t want to give anything away. I want these fuckers out of commission before they do any real damage. We need to make a point that we won’t tolerate them messing with us.”
“We wearing our cuts?”
“Fuck yeah, we are! Everyone except BK.” I snarled. BK would be driving the truck, and we didn’t want his cut visible from anyone who might be watching. We didn’t drive the merchandise, just offered protection by riding behind the truck. “We’re Phantom Riders, we’re not afraid to show who we are or what we’re willing to fight and die for.”
“BK will take the usual route we take to Last Hope. Hope like fuck we don’t have to go all the way there for this.” Hawk got to his feet. “Stay sober, make sure your bikes are ready to go, and make sure you’re packing. We leave at four.”
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